A Sort of Treason
Written May 6, 2011
you could sway me if you wished. i have been historically indifferent about what lights you up the most, but i can see the fire in your heart sparks the smile and rise in your voice that make me feel warmer inside than would a hometown triumph. (i wish you would try and sway me.) however, i may need no persuasion. i already silently support your side, purely ‘cause i know you really care. i hope to look for your victorious grin and playful gloating when you win over me.